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Should I go and console the wise men? |
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See what the wise men have to say? |
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They council patience in their wisdom |
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But would I rather be wise than brave, anyway? |
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Should I go and console the ocean? |
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See why the ocean looks gray? |
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I'm throwing pebble after pebble in |
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But I can't seem to make any waves |
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And he whose face does not shine bright |
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Shall never be a star |
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And if you find you are |
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Trying to close your eyes |
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You've got to keep them wide |
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To see this world anew |
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Because nobody else is ever gonna do it for you |
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And though our strength may not move heaven |
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That which we are, we are |
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Free spirits passing through the sunshine |
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Just to follow in some old sinking star |
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And time and fate may make us weaker |
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But always will be strong in will |
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To set and drift our ships at midnight |
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To strive, to seek, to find and not to use |
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And he whose face does not shine bright |
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Shall never be a star |
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And if you find you are |
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Trying to close your eyes |
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You've got to keep them wide |
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To see this world anew |
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Because nobody else is ever gonna do it for you |
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And he whose face does not shine bright |
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Shall never be a star |
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And if you find you are |
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Trying to close your eyes |
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You've got to keep them wide |
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To see this world anew |
